What could be more fitting for Boxing Day than trotting for grayling on a still , cold and misty day ? On the lovely Rye , with the trusty Harrison 12ft , a centre pin and a bag of worms (we don't do maggots ). A grayling of about 1-8 after 5 minutes, followed by eight others, all but one 1lb - 1-4 ish on a river which looked amazing . Years of droughts had often made the river look a bit down at heel in the last decade , but as it's been raining nearly every week since summer 2022, it looked amazing . Every stone looked polished , the flow was strong and I was seeing ranunculus grow where I'd never seen it before. And that addictive thump of a grayling in fast water never palls .
I read an advertorial piece recently by some well known angler plugging his trout fishing holidays in Finland. He moaned about how every river in England is full of sewage. It wasn't the rivers that were full of s**t , but the person claiming they were. God knows we have problems, but sometimes we need to appreciate what we have too...